The breeze blew across the plain, like the breath of a goddess.

The wind blew through the yellowing beech forest, and the fine leaves rustled.

The wind blows through the meandering stream between rocks, and the clear water waves rush and flow.

The wind blew through the withered and yellow weeds all over the ground, and the whole plain whined together.

A stray goose screamed loudly, flying across the blue sky towards the warm south.

On the edge of Blackwater Town, in the heart of the infected area, the six King Kongs of the Igor family expedition climbed the hillside against the biting north wind.

Among the six people, the one who walked at the front was the former Duke of the Empire, Eliot Igor.

This young man with black hair, dressed in exquisite attire and with a handsome face that stood out in the wilderness, held the reins in his hand and rode on the back of the pure white horse "Meteor" with his head high and his chest high.

The unruly attitude can only be found in the eyes of an emperor, looking down at the great rivers and mountains under the horse's hooves.

The "Illusion Wristwheel" made of pure gold shone with a coquettish red light on his wrist.

The hard crowbar made of pig iron was swaying on his waist.

On the left side of the lord, the chief mage of the Igor family, a former professor in the school city, a scholar of spiritual magic, one of the "Three Phoenix Heroes", the nightmare of countless innocent girls in the imperial capital, the gaze of the junior mage Victor Lowry

indifferent.

The master's beard and hair are as white as the pure snow in his hometown of Beiwang County;

The master's robe is gray, like the rock that paved the central avenue of the academy;

The master's heart is black, just like... No, nothing can be as black as the master's heart.

On the Lord's right, Alice Comstock, captain of the Eagle's Rest Guards and one of the few female swordsman masters in the empire, has a determined look.

Although her sword was broken, her chainmail was stained with blood, her heartbeat was gone, and her blond hair was scattered, Alice Comstock seemed to have just stepped off the field of Duke Igor's fencing competition, as if she had just left her second

Fourteen elite opponents were defeated;

After the swordsmanship competition four years ago, the legendary swordsman "Thunder Dragon" Samuel of the Empire, who had long since closed his doors, even rode a fast horse to Eagle's Breath in person, requesting that this seventeen-year-old girl be transferred to the castle.

Take him to the imperial capital, accept him as a closed disciple, and teach him all his life-long knowledge!

Today, the answer the female swordsman can give is no different from four years ago:

The long sword in her hand will only be wielded for her lord throughout her life!

Behind the three of them is the Knight of Thorns Juan Clement, who was personally canonized by the Emperor of the Empire, and is also the guardian knight who swore allegiance to Count Henry Igor eight hundred years ago, as well as all his legal descendants!

The death knight is covered in heavy armor, and every gap in his helmet is filled with gray magic energy. He is like a steel hammer, entwined with the terrifying power of the netherworld, ready to smash his master's enemy to pieces at any time!

No one knows his origin, because his hometown is hell;

No one remembers his exploits, for his duty was to destroy;

No one has seen his face, for his face is death!

At the end of the team were two guards from the Igor family guard team.

Archer Chris Mann was born into a well-off family in Eagle's Rest. His father once owned the largest stone quarry in the western region of the empire! Chris Mann, who spent his childhood among countless stone bricks, has

A strong and reliable character like granite, a delicate and delicate mind like apatite, and an everlasting loyalty like diamond!

Senior bodyguard Tom Lawrence, a middle-aged warrior from a declining aristocratic family, may be the only rare creature on the continent who has died twice and is still alive and kicking, and the only one who has been proud and proud of having been given nothing for nothing twice in a row.

Epic optimist!

A group of six people stood on the top of the hillside, side by side, looking down at everyone.

In front of them, under the hillside, a rolling wave of hundreds of thousands of zombies spread out on the plain, seemingly endless.

The huge group of corpses, shoulder to shoulder, pacing slowly and performing Brownian motion, are enough to frighten any trypophobia patient to the point of recovery, and turn the protagonist of any doomsday survival novel into a coward!

But the six members of the Igor family only had disdain in their eyes.

Yes, human beings are so insignificant in front of the tide of corpses. They are just mayflies and reeds that live and die day and night!

However, for thousands of years, humans are still the masters of the empire and the continent!

Because human beings have human stubbornness, human beings have human wisdom, and human beings have human greatness!

In front of the tide of corpses, in front of the wasteland, in front of a world that has gone through thousands of years of ups and downs, Xia Houyan held the end of the crowbar with his left hand, and then raised his right hand high.

On his wrist, the magic agate of the "Illusion Wristwheel" shone red.

Even if it travels through thousands of planes and is translated into thousands of languages, the color of this ray of light can always be expressed in only one way:

Its name is Dominion!

The lord opened his lips slightly and began to recite the incantation of "Corpse Control". The obscure syllables of the ancient Aeolian magic script echoed in every corner of the infected area:

"There are thousands of valleys in the netherworld, and those who have gone there will return; Yin and Yang are far away, and the secrets are there; monsters and monsters breed, and gods and men guide them; your body and soul, only I can guide you..."

A zombie raised its head.

Two zombies raised their heads.

Ten zombies raised their heads.

Hundreds, thousands, thousands of zombies raised their heads.

The rolling tide of corpses raised its head.

The whole wasteland looked up eagerly.

And the lord's head is raised higher than anyone else's.

"Listen to my order," Xia Houyan shouted in a slightly hoarse voice to the rolling tide of corpses, "surrender to me!"

The magical rhythm left by the legendary necromancer Simon Adrian swayed from the "Illusion Wristwheel" and spread throughout the corpse group in an instant.

They are His creation and He is their Lord!

So, one after another, one group after another, one after another, every zombie in the vast tide of corpses knelt down on one knee to Xia Houyan at the top of the hillside, lowered their rotting heads, and offered their eternal love.

loyalty!

A hundred thousand zombies crawled at Xia Houyan's feet!

A zombie can eat people's bones and spread blood in five steps;

A hundred zombies can charge into the battle and kill people;

Ten thousand zombies can scale the wall and attack the city!

In the infected area, hundreds of thousands of zombies who only obey the orders of one person and can act collectively will be a destructive force that no force on the mainland can underestimate!

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of newly acquired "armies" at the foot of the mountain, Xia Houyan fell into confusion and panic after a brief moment of excitement.

"You can't take them out of the infected area, right?" He turned to look at Master Lowry.

"It depends on what you want to do." The master shrugged with a fleshy face, "Your control over the zombies is limited, so if you want to avenge your father regardless of the consequences, kill him cruelly

For every noble, soldier and civilian in the empire, I highly recommend you to release the zombie tide from the infected area - hundreds of thousands of out-of-control undead creatures can completely turn the empire into a living hell without any vegetation! But if you haven't yet

You are so crazy that you don’t want to have the blood of innocent people on your hands - if you still want to be a serious and responsible lord who cares for the people... I advise you to keep the dangerous zombie tide in the infected area.

.”

Xia Houyan rolled his eyes.

"Everyone, the zombie tide belongs to us!" He turned to the other horsemen and announced loudly, "They will escort our convoy all the way out of the infected area! And our new home, our new life, is waiting for us ahead!

"

"Praise Death!" everyone said.
Chapter completed!